Where has my baby gone?

The first year of life, kids seem to change weekly.  Somewhere along the way, this turns into developmental lulls followed by huge and surprising leaps.  Brady provided a few of those this weekend.  

When we talk about body parts with the kids (usually in the bath), the kids point to their nipples, which we call nipples.  I've avoided talking about breasts, because it's easier to just say everyone has nipples.  Taylor was dressing Brady after a bath and Brady pointed to his nipples and Taylor's, and proceeded to tell Taylor that Mommy has big giant nipples.  I overheard this and quickly got out of sight, so I could chuckle.  Taylor handled the conversation with grace and talked about how mommies need "big nipples" to nurse babies... well done, honey!  Brady also pointed out Taylor's underarm hair, which Taylor explained gracefully.

On a less embarrassing note, Brady will periodically bring up how there was a fire at our old town home complex.  We've advanced this conversation to discuss smoke detectors in each bedroom, in public places, explaining what to do when you hear a smoke alarm, finding exit signs in public places, noting that fire trucks come when there's smoke, etc.

We were watching something on TV that showed someone smoking.  Brady asked what the smoking stick was (probably as a follow up to our smoke alarm conversations), and we suddenly found ourselves in a conversation about how smoking is bad for you.  Brady replied, "Yeah, it's only for daddies."  We had to explain even Daddy doesn't smoke.  I'm guessing he gathered this because there are a lot of things that he can't do, but Daddy can (use the grill, power tools, saws, alcohol, etc).

When I was ready for bed last night, Brady and Taylor were in our room watching Star Wars Episode I.  Taylor was sleeping; Brady was wide awake.  I told Brady he would have to go to bed when the movie ended.  Taylor began to quietly snore, and Brady started waving his hand in front of his nose, holding his nose shut (as if Taylor was passing gas), giggling, and whispering, "Who did it?  I think it was Daddy!"  He giggled so hard, he could hardly catch his breath.

My how things change quickly...